because he calls before coming home, to ask if i want prata.

because he calls me before my mum, to ask me to help...

because he'll kill that bloody cockcroach in the lift when i'm screaming and pulling his sleeves, and still laughs bout it.

because we used to hold hands at relative visits and not talk to anyone.

because he never complains when he's asked to kill any bloody insect at home.

because he always asks me for maggi mee, not my mum.

because everytime i pretend to talk like dad, he laughs.

because everytime he says i'm fat, i pretend to cry.

because he tells me stuff he doesn't tell mummy.

because i can hate him a million times, and everything goes back to normal in 5 mins.


because because because. =)